Category Archives: Dissertation

Just the Facts

Great day today. *dripping in sarcasm* Really for me it wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great for some of my friends, which makes it bad for me. I hate to see people upset.

I have SO much to do this weekend:

  • grade BSU reflections
  • grade Burris reflections
  • work on dissertation proposal revision
  • plan for next week
  • copy Spec. Ed. stuff
  • copy submissions for Featherweight
  • cook food for Millers
  • write Louisville paper

I have too much to do, as usual.

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I will be thankful when I can find a job in a place where all the grown-ups act grown, and all the children act like children.

Food: banana, juice, muffin, tea, chocolate milk, almonds, salad, apple, grapefruit, Lorna Doones, leftover pizza and breadsticks, grape soda

Exercise: walked the dogs, ran 30 minutes, walked from Burris to RB

Productivity and Me.

We go together like rama lama lama ke ding a de dinga a dong, remembered for ever like shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yipitty boom de boom. If you know me, you know this isn’t true. Productivity and I don’t dance in the amusement park “Trailer of Terror,” ride the Ferris wheel together, or float off into the clouds in the front seat of “Greased Lightening” with our arms around each other. In fact, we are much more like the scene in the diner where Rizzo throws a milkshake in Kenicke’s face. “Finish this! To you from me, PinkyLee!” is the expression I find myself saying over and over to productivity.

Today, however, I tried my best to be productive, and you know what? I actually got stuff done. Of my goal list, which is always ridiculously long, I only have left to read three chapters in my lovely children’s literature textbook before teaching tomorrow night. And, I have to reread “A Wagner Matinee” by Willa Cather. It’s a quick read, though. A beautiful, quick read.

I got a lot accomplished today and now on to tomorrow to work on my dissertation proposal. I should have a revision finished for Debbie by next Monday, so we can meet on Thursday. I sort of had a nervous breakdown yesterday over the whole revision thing. I felt like I was completely rewriting the thing, and I wasn’t sure how that was supposed to go or if it was even what I was supposed to be doing. I tried just moving things around in the document I have already completed, but it wasn’t working. I ended up sitting there staring at the screen for about five hours, occasionally breaking to play Snood or check Facebook. Most unproductive.

I typically don’t revise academic papers, so I am not used to moving logical arguments around. Moving pieces of my life around to tell a story? Yes, I can do that. Moving around academic arguments to make them more sound? Nope, not so comfortable. I think I can do it now, or at least I know how to attempt it. I was thinking I was making it too much work, but alas, I was not. I must be one of those lucky people who simply has to retype things in order for them to make sense in a different order. Oh, to be gifted at revision and editing!

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I just made some vegan strawberry, oatmeal, brown sugar crusted muffins. I haven’t tried one yet, but I plan to eat one tomorrow after I run. They look and smell delicious. Aren’t you jealous?

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I am thankful for people of all types.

Food: banana, juice, pure bar, chocolate milk, pizza, pasta

Exercise: walked dogs about 3 miles

Sleep Schedules Can Mess You Up

Today was supposed to be a day of getting lots of work finished. In fact, I was supposed to finish my dissertation proposal revision today. Instead, I worked on my stuff for teaching because I was incredibly groggy all day and didn’t think I needed to concentrate as intently on reading a bad textbook about children’s literature as I would need to concentrate on my dissertation proposal.

I think I should write a review of this book and submit to some education journal. Because it is so poorly organized and schizophrenic, it is difficult for me to follow what the authors are saying sometimes. I wish they would have simply put all the information about each genre together in separate sections, maybe include a section about fantasy, one about contemporary realistic fiction, and so on, and then break it down into grade levels. But, no, the authors decide it is way better to break it down by age level and then by genre, so the reader of the textbook never gets a complete definition of, or feel for, what the author means by science fiction, or informational text. Their focus is on developmental stages and literature, which I dig, but it’s like wading through the poo-canal at McCullough Park in flip-flops searching for your disc golf disc in the middle of winter.

Sometimes my sleep schedules get all messed up, and for the past week I haven’t slept well. I even had a few nightmares, which always sucks. When I wasn’t wasn’t having horrible dreams, I would wake up at 2 or so and be awake until 4ish when I would finally fall back to sleep. I haven’t gone to bed before 11 any night this week and have been up by 730 in the morning at the latest. If you know me, you know I need at least 8 hours of decent sleep to function.

Since I have only been getting about 6 hours, which haven’t been of the best quality, I have fallen asleep twice in the middle of the day. I already wrote about playing Rip Van Winkle in the library, but I had the amazing opportunity (note the sarcasm) to play him again today. I really didn’t have time for a nap, but as I already said was a bit groggy, so foolishly I thought I would take a Jack-nap—a short rejuvenating nap—to get myself going for the afternoon study session. Well, when 6:09 rolled around and I woke up in time to make dinner, I realized that I need to figure out how to get this sleeping thing under control. Any suggestions?

Both of my grandmothers now have Alzheimer’s. My Grams will soon have to be placed in a nursing home that has a special Alzheimer’s unit, and my mom and Aunt Zoe are looking for a decent one that still takes Medicaid/Medicare. My grandma has been in Warren Home in a locked-down Alzheimer’s unit for so long, I don’t really even remember what she looks like. I don’t want to discuss this matter for two reasons: (1) It makes me incredibly sad that two such amazing god-fearing women have to suffer in this manner, and (2) I am already starting to forget things. I am 35, too young to forget as much as I do, and Alzheimer’s is hereditary. It scares me.. This is the extent to which I wish to discuss this matter.

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I am thankful for being able to make conscientious decisions.

Exercise: walked the dogs, ran 3 miles

Food: banana, juice, pure bar, chocolate milk, salad, left over pizza, Lorna Doones, Ginger Ale, Spicy Basil pasta with tofu, mushrooms, and pinenuts, bread

Rip Van Winkle

Only not so absurd. Since I have become addicted to Sherlock Holmes and have to tear myself away from him in order to accomplish anything else, I decided that I would stop in the library to read one short chapter of the book. Then I would move from the library to my office to work on my dissertation, giving myself not only time delineation, but also physical space delineation. I thought the very act of stopping to have a pleasant read at the library would energize me for the long afternoon of working on my proposal and hammering away at things I didn’t necessarily want to think about on a day so absurdly disgusting as today. Surprise. I was going to read from about one o’clock until whenever I finished “The Red-Headed League.”

At 3:30, I woke up with a start and realized I had fallen asleep and essentially slept through my office hours and my dissertation proposal time. I blame this on my Wild-Fire Tomato soup that I had for lunch. I think it had chicken broth in it. Does chicken have tryptophan? Or did I just catch a major case of sleep exhaustion from the intensity of Holmes and Watson’s debacle with John Clay? On further exploration, I find that chicken does in fact contain the same amount of tryptophan as turkey. Well, f. I must admit that I had dreams of Irene Adler, which were welcome. I love somebody with a little wicked, wild side. Strange. Elementary.

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I am thankful for food labeling.

Food: banana, juice, pure bar, chocolate milk, chicken-laced tomato soup, salad, papa john’s, two chocolate covered grahams

Exercise: walked the dogs, walked from Burris to RB, swam a mile, ran for 30 minutes

Dissertation, Schmissertation. Not Really.

I received feedback on my dissertation proposal today, and I have some revisions to make. I feel pretty confident that I can get them finished by next Monday night and send Debbie a draft by Tuesday morning at the latest. I actually think I am going to enjoy this dissertation process because the most difficult thing about writing, for me, is knowing what to revise. I can look at my drafts and recognize that there is not enough of some ideas, too much of other ideas, and some ideas missing, but I can’t pinpoint what those ideas are. I can write all day about most topics, but without a second person looking through what I’ve written, I have a difficult time deciphering where to go from there. It was liberating today to have someone else essentially say , “You have some good stuff here, but you really need to work on organization and clarification. I know that you know what you are talking about, but your reader doesn’t necessarily know that you know what you are talking. Nor can your reader read between the lines. You must be very explicit.” I sort of already felt like I was writing for children in my level of explicitness, but apparently I wasn’t. See, that is why everyone needs someone else to look at their drafts: it never hurts to get a second opinion.

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It was my goal to start swimming again this week, but I think it will have to wait until next week. Apparently, next week is the week for exercise to begin, since I also begin my mini-training on Tuesday. It isn’t as if I haven’t been running, but on Tuesday, I really have to step it up because I want to run this beast; I don’t want to walk it for the fourth time. Between running and the cross-training of swimming, I hope to get in good enough shape to finish without walking, but if I have to walk a bit, no one will die from it.

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Finally, I was invited by a friend to go watch a Blackford girls basketball game and was delightfully surprised to learn upon my arrival that they were playing against Burris. About halfway through the game I realized two reasons to be even more thrilled about working there than I was before. The first reason has to do with the level of fitness of the Burris players. They really were running the Bruins up and down the court pretty well. I think their fitness level is a real tribute to our PE teacher and their level of commitment to their subject. Secondly, I was impressed at the level of sportsmanship the girls showed. Because the reffing was so horrible—probably the worst I have seen at a high school game in a long time—the Burris girls could have easily been poor sports, but they weren’t. Instead they held their heads high, and continued to play hard until the end of the game. At one point one of Burris’s girls was on the bottom of a pile of players and she ended up being the one called for the foul. It was pretty obvious that the referees either didn’t know what the heck they were doing, or were helping Blackford win. At any rate, I say Burris out-classed Blackford, so they were the real winners. And, I have to add that the Blackford girls were good sports as well, but the officiating was simply bad.

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I am thankful for girls’ sports.

Food: banana, granola bar, milk, juice, sloppy jane with cheese, grapefruit, veganhead, decaf coffee, peanut brittle, two peanut-butter cookies, popcorn

Exercise: dog walking, bike transporting